Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers
If these belonged to me instead of to the jeweller, I’d ram
them down your ungrateful throat.
(He perfunctorily thrusts them into his pockets, unconsciously
decorating himself with the protruding ends of the chains).
(taking a ring off)
This ring isnt the jeweller’s: it’s the
one you bought me in Brighton. I dont want it now.
(Higgins dashes the ring violently into the fireplace, and turns on her so threaten-
ingly that she crouches over the piano with her hands over her face, and ex-
Dont you hit me.
Hit you! You infamous creature, how dare you accuse me of
such a thing? It is you who have hit me. You have wounded me to